Roxana-Mălina Chirilă


Amnesia is a scary game
Amnesia is a fright
I love to play, so it’s a shame
It kills my sleep at night.

Insomniac, I walk around
A glass of drink to find
When in the dark I hear a sound–
Steve might be right behind!

I dart around, a crazy girl
In an old, friendly house
I find a box, in it I curl
More quiet than a mouse.

When dawn is nigh, I crawl outside
And glance around in fear
The laptop then I open wide–
The time to play is here.

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